Thursday, December 30, 2010

Superfudge

I walked into the Heartland Cafe a few weeks back, sat down at the bar, ordered a snakebite and some dinner to go and sat silently while I waited for my food. I had been to the Heartland many times prior but it had been awhile since I had taken a peek inside the "General Store." I was told my food was ready and I mentioned to the clerk in acknowledgement that I wanted to just look around for a minute. That's when I saw it, the time machine back to an unexpected memory, a memory long ago misplaced in the junk drawer of my mind. It stared me down with it's purple jacket and bright yellow title illuminating the cover and there she was..straight out of my long forgotten, Judy Blume.

Maybe you had this growing up or maybe you didnt have it, The Weekly Reader. It was this magazine of sorts filled with literary treasures suited for kindergarten through 6th grade. I remember bring it home to my mom on many occasions with circles all over the wonderful things I absolutely needed to have in order to live. I was seldomly granted all of my requests if ever yet if the occasion arose where I had circled something relating to Judy Blume my mom was bound to cave. My mom loved Judy Blume books. Tales of a fourth grade nothing, Fudge and now Super Fudge. I would have Super Fudge. My wish was of course granted and when my lovely weekly reader finally appeared on my desk, in my class, I could not wait to get it home.

"life was going along okay when my mother and father dropped the news. BLAM! Just like that." no, I'm not speaking of my life as a six year old..we shall save that for another day! That's the first line of Super Fudge, just to give you some reference. Let's come back to present day, shall we? Standing in the "general Store" in pause, I remembered the moments my mom, my brother and myself spent sitting on the bed in her room, reading this silly book. I bought it, it was only a dollar! How often can you buy memories on sale? It was freezing on the block and a half walk home but I seemed not to notice it at all. It wasn't cold sitting in that room all those years ago it was nice and warm and that's where I was. Just Me, Mom, Joe and Super Fudge.

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